Time Travel: I am a Warlord in Doomsday America

Mutated zombies, or zombies.

In Zhang Qiang's impression, zombies have always been stupid creatures. After the school developed smoothly, Zhang Qiang no longer regarded zombies as a threat, but a trouble.

The only trouble is cleaning up their carcasses, which is a laborious task.

The zombies are just walking corpses, slow-moving targets.

For Zhang Qiang, who has almost unlimited bullets, living people are more dangerous than zombies because "people" can think and use weapons and strategies.

In the previous battle against Woxing, Zhang Qiang relied on equipment to crush the opponent, as well as the two king junglers Daryl and More.

Facing the Whisperers, it was mainly because the Whisperers' undercover work was preemptively restrained by the panel's mechanism for identifying survivors that allowed Zhang Qiang to take all measures to deal with the Whisperers in advance.

Furthermore, it was only with the help of thermal imaging and the Mother of Bombs that the comprehensive attack on the Whisperers was accomplished.

But if mutant zombies existed, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but think of all the doomsday novels and games he had read before.

What he is beginning to worry about now is whether it is time to build defense facilities for the school. Barbed wire and iron walls can resist the zombies, but they cannot withstand the impact of the number of zombies, not to mention that there are suspected mutant zombies now.

"We have to confront him head on. Whether Terry is a human or a zombie, we can only know by killing him."

Zhang Qiang was upset. All he knew about the world of The Walking Dead was from the show, and the area covered in the show was only around Atlanta.

Even if you include Georgia, it's still a small area relative to the rest of the world.

The settings Zhang Qiang knows now are:

The zombie flu virus is a global crisis. Every person on earth has been infected by this super virus. Survivors who have survived the first wave of zombie flu and have not died or turned into zombies will be transformed into zombies even if they die of natural causes in the future.

Under various circumstances around the world, it is highly likely that the super virus such as corpse flu will mutate.

When Zhang Qiang used his high school knowledge to speculate whether the cadaver flu virus had the possibility of mutation, he forgot the biggest problem -

He is a traveler.

There are seven billion people in the world. Even if Zhang Qiang is really the only one in seven billion human beings, then is it possible that there will be other species invading from other worlds?

Zhang Qiang had never thought of this factor, and his mind would never imagine such a magical thing.

Even though Deacon had talked to Zhang Qiang before about his innate perception, Zhang Qiang only regarded it as an ordinary person's talent...

Stopping his useless thinking, Zhang Qiang checked the equipment in the panel warehouse. He was thinking about how to deal with Terry.

He didn't know much about Terry, only that he was extremely fast, extremely strong (he wore thick steel plates on his upper body), and was familiar with the terrain around the farm.

Terry obviously had tactical awareness. When faced with the pursuit of Zhang Qiang and the soldiers, he kept running away until Zhang Qiang was left alone, and then he exchanged a few moves with Zhang Qiang.

Chocolate was probably attacked when he was left alone on his way back after escorting the search team.

Because after Zhang Qiang communicated with Daryl, the search team did not report any enemy attack to him.

When Zhang Qiang decided to have the remaining soldiers form teams for patrol, he had a plan in mind.

He was going to go out alone and seduce Terry, the old Biden, to attack him...

Two blocks from the motel is a large supermarket called Savelots.

At the back door of the supermarket, in a parking lot surrounded by barbed wire, a group of bandits wearing face scarves were surrounding the crying female survivor, performing unspeakable actions.

After the disaster, order collapsed, and the employees of Savelots relied on the large amount of supplies in the supermarket to develop their power first.

At first, when these supermarket employees met the survivors from outside, they were able to treat them calmly.

Until one of them, a man named John, brazenly violated the foreign female survivor in front of everyone.

People are realizing that these little people at the bottom of society can now do whatever they want.

The employees of Savelots were divided into two factions because of John's bad behavior.

One group of people believes that people should be friendly and united and help outsiders, while another group of villains believes that they can do whatever they want now and nothing can stop them.

Obviously, today's supermarkets have completely become dens of bandits.

The supermarket employees who had adhered to the principles of kindness were either killed or fled.

Yolin is one of the employees who escaped from Savelots.

John Davis, now the leader of savelots.

He is a bald, white, strong man with a red beard. He once participated in a strongman competition and won a good place.

In the United States, where the sports industry is hot, John originally had a good future. He could package himself on the Internet and make a lot of money by attracting traffic and sponsorship.

However, due to his bad character and temper, he repeatedly sexually assaulted women in public, and coupled with fighting, he became a frequent visitor to community service centers and prisons.

John, who had no good reputation, could only become a supermarket employee after he turned 30, earning money by working hard in the warehouse.

After the disaster, it was like heaven for John, who had antisocial emotions.

In the parking lot, in addition to the area where unspeakable things were done, there was also a group of men surrounding an area, watching a fight between accomplices.

John was sitting on top of a pickup truck, nonchalantly drinking a beer.

In the fighting arena surrounded by his accomplices, two little chickens, only 200 meters tall and weighing just over kilograms, did not attract John's interest at all.

He is the king of savelots and defeated a group of villains who wanted to get to the top, because he is the worst of the worst, the insurmountable mountain of flesh in the villains' hearts.

"Fuck! You two are trash! Your punches don't have any power at all!!"

The beer bottles around him had piled up into a small mountain. John looked at the two gangsters in the middle of the fighting arena, where the winner had not yet been decided, and roared in dissatisfaction.

John jumped off the pickup truck, and the whole truck shook suddenly, and the body of the truck actually rose a lot.

It’s hard to imagine how much weight the pickup truck’s suspension system had to bear before!

There was a loud bang from the ground, and everyone felt the ground shaking slightly. Seeing John coming, the bandits wearing masks immediately made way and let John walk to the center of the fighting arena.

"John... no... you don't have to go on stage... I admit defeat to Louis!"

One of the gangsters who participated in the fight admitted defeat voluntarily. He was worried that John would do the same as before, fighting two opponents alone and then beating the others like dead dogs.

"What are you talking about? Give up? Are you trash?"

John walked up to the bandit. With a height of over two meters and a muscular body, his size completely overwhelmed the bandit who was just over 1.9 meters tall.

There was a malicious smile on his fat face, as if he was expecting an answer from his men.

"No...no, I just..."

The gangster who proposed to admit defeat became more and more panicked. He had just seen John coming and was under too much pressure, so he spoke without thinking and forgot about John's bad character.

Another gangster named Louis sighed upon seeing this and silently took a few steps away from his opponent.

"You're a piece of trash!!!"

John roared, and saliva rushed towards his men along with the air flowing out of his mouth.

He stretched out his huge hand, with each finger as thick as a carrot, and grabbed his subordinate by the collar, and like picking up a straw, he pulled him up into the air and threw him to the ground!!!

Snapped! ! !

The unfortunate bandit only felt the world spinning around him, and the next moment his face was in close contact with the ground, his neck and back formed a 90-degree angle, and his body briefly stood upside down in the air before falling to the ground.

A large amount of blood flowed from the face of the bandit lying on the ground. In an instant, this 1.9-meter-tall strong man who had just asked to admit defeat now didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"John! John!!!"

"John!! John!!"

Among the onlookers, some began to shout John's name, cautiously at first, until others began to join in, and then people began to shout John's name even louder.

"Hahaha!! Bring those new chicks!! Give the guys some fun!!!"

John heard people cheering his name and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The onlookers received the order and several of them immediately left the parking lot and ran into the supermarket, where they quickly dragged and brought in several women in dresses.

It is autumn now, and these women are shivering in thin dresses.

They are survivors living in the countryside outside the city of Macon. They were robbed everywhere by the savelots bandits, and the spoils they brought back have not been collectively destroyed by the bandits.

“Thanks John!!!!”

One of the gangsters yelled, unbuckled his belt in public, and pounced on the group of poor women.

"No!! Don't come near me! You disgusting devils!!"

a red-haired woman screamed.

"Devil?! What devil?! You country folks are not devils?! Neighbors swap children for food!! You scumbags need to be severely purified!!"

The gangster took off his pants and punched the red-haired woman in the face and quickly began to assault her. The others saw this and laughed in disgust and surrounded the new women.

John watched this scene with great interest, and as he saw more and more of his men getting involved, his interest visibly grew.

John looked at Louis and hooked his finger.

Under the veil, Louis' face showed humiliation. He knelt down and walked towards John and untied John's belt.

"Oh yes~ fking good!"

Chi! ! !

There was a sound of breaking air, and John, who closed his eyes and enjoyed it, suddenly felt that Louis under him stopped moving. He slapped Louis on the back of the head impatiently.

"what!!"

John felt something wet and hot on his palm, and something long and thin.

He opened his eyes and looked down, and saw Louis lying on his lap with a crossbow arrow stuck in the back of his head.

“Fuck fuck!!! There’s an enemy!!!”

Louis was suddenly shot to death, and John felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. It was the arrow that pierced Louis' forehead and hit his stomach.

This sudden attack frightened little John so much that he shrank back completely. John quickly straightened his pants and looked around nervously.

The men who were still moving nearby heard John's scream and someone saw Louis' miserable condition. They immediately stopped and ran naked into the supermarket to get weapons.

Clang!!!

The barbed wire fence of the parking lot trembled, and a tall and thin figure holding a hunting crossbow climbed in.

John looked closely and his eyes suddenly widened. The face of the person was very familiar to him. He had dealt with him for a long time!

"Terry?! What did you eat, you old bastard?! How did you grow so tall!!!"

John reached for the pistol in his trouser pocket. The Terry in front of him looked a little strange. He was not like the old Terry who had sponsored him and negotiated with Savelots.

How did Terry become like this in just two months?

He was only about 1.8 meters tall before, but now his frame is too big to be a normal person's, his limbs are as thin as bamboo poles, and the lines of his muscle fibers look rough and obvious.

"You...you...pay...back..."

Terry's eyeballs were a cloudy gray, and his hair was scattered over his shoulders. The gray hair was stained with red and black dirt, a mixture of dust and human blood.

"Fuck it! Old man!"

John pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Terry in the distance. He thought Terry was here to die. Even though Terry looked weird now, he only had a hunting crossbow without arrows in his hand. How could he fight him? ! !

Terry threw away the hunting crossbow in his hand. He was wearing a linen suit that simply covered his body like an old tablecloth torn from somewhere.

Under the tattered linen, Terry's arms were vertical, his palms were above his knees, and he had amazing arm length!!

“Hoooooo!!!”

Terry roared and rushed towards John without hesitation.

Bang! Bang! Bang…!

John fired without hesitation, aiming at Terry's upper body and pulling the trigger several times. The bullet hit Terry's upper body, but there was no movement.

A bullet luckily hit Terry's wrinkled forehead, but only left a bloody mark, and the deformed bullet fell to the ground.

"Fuck? What the hell!!"

John exclaimed.

The gangsters who returned from the supermarket, holding crossbows and shotguns, began aiming at Terry.

As the sound of arrows breaking through the air came, Terry lowered his body, and the long muscles and tendons behind his two slender calves exerted force at the same time, and the veins on his two thighs covered by the rags bulged...

boom! !

There was a sound of stress coming from the ground in the parking lot. Terry's figure turned into an afterimage in John's eyes, almost flashing in his field of vision. Occasionally, Terry's image would freeze, and the next moment Terry would bend over and appear closer to John with his legs bent.

"What kind of trick is this...?! Am I on drugs?!!"

John slapped his fat face, doubting reality.

"You! Pay it back!!"

Suddenly, Terry's strange face pressed against John's face, and the two looked face to face.

John could see Terry's face was full of wrinkles, his temples were bulging, and his blue veins were beating wildly.

"vomit…"

A foul smell wafted out of Terry's mouth, and John saw some inexplicable flesh threads entangled on Terry's blackened gums under his messy beard.